In the mind that questions
Wondering for its purpose
Within paths full of life’s abrasions
Thoughts evolving in absolute
Dead silence

Imprisoned from within
A maze of intelligence
For the answers to questions
Leads to more confusing ones
Leaving words to be deliberated on
Fogging the thinking analyses

In the intrusive light
Hidden in the darkness
The magnetism eventually attracts
Other to be absorbed
In a quicksand thought process
To contemplate their own interpretation

In the tools that make us unique
No other one is more important
For it lead some into madness
And other into the celestial heavens
Of unbounded universes of exploration

For here can lay the brutality
But more importantly
The blossoms of humanity
In a immense creative garden
To flower monumentally in others
Germinating in seeds of their very own

In a shell enveloping its domain
It awaits a moving process
That whispers into the silent winds
Forming storms of differing opinions
In an electrostatic purpose of existing

In the hands lay the power to influence
In a keyboard of billions of combinations
A never ending flow of the written word
Impregnating the reader with unique creations
Which magnify within them
From eyes so beautiful as to see things
In uniquely different perspectives

Sitting ever so silent
For the body is so weary
But the fidgetiness within
Sends the fingers to trembling
In key stokes pounding inside
The mind that questions